In a world where angels rule over
humans, twelve outcasts dare to defy expectation, warring with their angel
brethren to prevent the extinction of mankind.

They are The Fallen.

When fallen angel Jason
answers Michael’s summons to an abandoned warehouse in New York City, the last thing he expects to find is a covert rebel
group hiding underground…one that’s led by a stunning nephilim who unmistakably
belongs to him.

Ruby Miller has always known
the angels who claim to protect humans have a hidden agenda. Ever since the day
her father was killed by his own kind for protecting humans, she’s lived off
the grid, determined to stop the angels from succeeding in their plot to
destroy mankind. Then she meets Jason, a sexy fallen angel who claims she’s his
mate. Falling in love is not part of her plan. If only she could deny the
sizzling attraction that pulls them closer together.

As the Fallen and Ruby’s
gang of rebels work together to gain proof of the angels’ nefarious plans, she
must decide whether to stay focused on her mission…or surrender to the sweet
ecstasy of this angel’s unforgettable kiss.

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Blurb

Susie
White wants no picket fences, no alpha, and no cubs. White wolf woman she may
be, but no pack for her, no sireee. Alpha me not, that’s her motto. In all
caps.

Mercenary
and half-breed wolf Joe Huroq’s not looking for a mate. Stop and go screwing,
that’s his motto. Hot and heavy between missions. Then he glimpses his new
neighbor tanning nude and the situation explodes.

Literally.
Susie’s house is consumed by fire. What’s Joe to do but offer Susie his
hospitality?

Susie
can’t resist the temptation of big, bad, mercenary, so she suggests a friends
with benefits arrangement which he accepts with an amazing alacrity. The sex is
frantic, hot, and frequent. Neither one can keep their hands off the other.

Then
children go missing. The fire’s deemed arson. Bodies pile up. Susie refuses to
accept Joe’s mate claim. Can he keep her safe when she won’t obey a single
order?

Warning: This title is intended for
readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations
and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt -Alpha Me Not! –Adult:

Joe’s lips moved.

She heard nothing but the roaring in her head.

Part of her craved his dominance. Yearned to yield to
him, to surrender her body to his rule, to give him leave to discover the
secret fantasies she’d buried, to submit her soul to his care. But the logical
Susie, the one who didn’t trust her own instincts, wanted nothing more than to
run away. Pretend the last two days had never happened. Get out while the
getting was good.

Before she lost her heart.

Before she lost control.

Before she turned into the type of woman she’d sworn
to never become. A white wolf woman who needed an alpha to be complete.

Alpha me
not.

The phrase was her mantra, her motto, her goal. It
had been the reason she’d avoided males of her kind.

“This isn’t going to work,” she repeated.

No alpha for her.

“It will.”

She opened her mouth to blow him away with a slew of
ready reasons of why nothing could work between them. His lips captured hers,
and his tongue shattered the tiny molecule of rationality still clinging to her
gray matter into a black hole.

Gawd, the man could kiss.

He had the talents of a snake charmer, but the
hypnotic melody played through his lips, his touch, his inferno of an embrace.
He surrounded her, enshrouded her, coated her pores with the potent, primitive
pheromones of male supremacy. He engaged all her senses and stomped her waning
protests into oblivion.

Not capable of a single coherent thought, not able to
formulate a word, she molded her body to his. Knit her fingers through his
thick curls, pressed him closer, and followed his lead. Accepting the
invitation of his wicked tongue as he waltzed caresses from the roof of her
mouth to the two-step exploration of her teeth, he swirled her into the blazing
heat of him.

His lips enticed, entranced, with slow suckles and
soft nips. His toothed exploration of her jaw had her knees wobbling. When he
tongued her ear, she clung to him for support.

He nibbled the lobe gently.

A conflagration centered in her pulsing clit ignited.
Her pussy folds slickened, and the creaming intensified under his languid
perusal of the rim of her ear. Heated dampness coated the skin at the juncture
of her thighs.

She arched her neck in mute resignation, conceding
carnal defeat, and shivered in anticipation. Moaning her mounting frustration
when he skipped little love bites along the slope of her neck, she grabbed his
arms and dug her nails into the steel of his biceps.

His low chortle ratcheted the burn in her clit to a
blaze. She squeezed her legs together, jammed her mound over his stiff cock,
and growled her objections when he eased his groin away from hers. When he
returned to tantalizingly thrust his leg between hers and then retreat, moving
in smaller and smaller dizzying twirls, she could do nothing but mirror his
movements.

He broke the contact of their fused lips.

About the Author

My
motto is simple: Alpha Me Please. While strong heroines, exotic locations, and
cultural differences are my forte, I go weak in the knees for warriors of any
type, rebels, SEAls, Vikings, and bad-ass mercenaries.

Send
me a man with an attitude and I'll find the right woman to tame him. My writing
career began in 2008, and since then I've been lucky enough to have over twenty
books published. Most of my books are TOP PICKs and several have been nominated
for and won awards and prizes.

Nothing
makes my day more than an email from someone who’s read one of my books. So
far, I've received emails from almost every continent on the planet. Almost…

It’s
been years since Siris and Julian’s boy band broke up and they all went their
separate ways. Now they’ve run in to each other in a little redneck bar in the
middle of nowhere, coming face to face with the ghosts of their past and the
feelings they never quite grew out of.

Siris
is here handing out golden tickets to some new reality TV show for the network
that owns his record label. Julian is here to meet up with yet another new
partner. On the surface it seems like a coincidence… or is it?

Neither
man is happy when they realize that The Parliament of Twilight, who once ruled
their lives, means for Siris to be Julian’s new partner. Julian worries about
what he could do to Siris. Siris just wants to go back to being a mega pop star
and has no interest in being a monster hunter. Thrown together against their
will (and better judgment) how will these former friends do on their first
case?

Warning: This title is intended for
readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations
(including BDSM/Light Bondage) and adult language, and may be considered
offensive to some readers.

Excerpt:

Long, thin fingers
toyed with the drops of condensation on the beer bottle sitting virtually
untouched in front of the bored looking man.
Julian detested beer, but there was a certain protocol when sitting in a
back woods bar like the one he found himself in tonight. You drank the beer and didn't argue about
it. Anything else was a one way trip to
an ass-kicking and he wasn't certain of his ability to survive unscathed. Especially tonight.

Julian was
hungry. Bordering on starved. He wasn't anywhere near strong enough to hold
his own in a bar fight. Certainly not
strong enough to control his hunger and therefore keep anyone who faced him out
of danger.

Under normal
circumstances, he would never be here.
This was a place where feeding was out of the question, no matter how
long it had been since he had a proper meal.
Ironically, it was his hunger that had put him on the path ending
here. He was under orders to meet his
new partner. It had been less than a
month since the incident that made his most recent partner demand to be
reassigned. It hadn't taken the
Parliament of Twilight long to honor his request and put Julian on temporary
inactive duty while they sorted out Richard's claim of abuse. He had thought the break would be nice. Some time to gather his thoughts and get
himself feeling normal again.

About the Author:

Dani
R.R. Hermit (affectionately called Hermie) and Nevi Star, are the writers who
founded Wandering Stars Press.

What do we write, you ask?

Our
genre is gay erotica, with a spice of horror, mystery, comedy, drama and
sometimes a western or space opera. We
love boys loving boys (in all the wrongest ways). If you love that too, then maybe we can be
friends. Both Hermie and Nevi have some
solo projects in the works, but more on those as they develop. You can stay up to date on the news from
Wandering Stars Press on our blog
or Facebook.

Who are we when we’re not writing?

We’re
life partners who’ve been together 13 years through all of life’s ups, downs
and craziness. Ours has been a long and sometimes arduous road, but it’s only
made the journey deeper and more interesting, adding fuel and fire to the
stories we can tell.

Nevi
is a spirit artist and a shaman. She is a World Walker. Nevi also does all the covers for WSP's books.
She is currently working on a
post-apocalyptic pony novel of her own, a My Little Pony themed tarot deck and
a spirit squirrel oracle deck.

Hermie
has been studying tarot for 20 years and reading professionally for a small,
private clientele for about 13 years. She is also a genius at making sweet
treats – homemade candies, cookies, cupcakes. (All gluten free!) She does all
the cooking for our little pirate crew (or we would all starve or poison
ourselves lol) and loves her neurotic kitten.

What inspires us?

Our first love and inspiration is Japanese Anime &
Manga! We discovered Yaoi and it was all
over. We already had a love affair with
slash fan fiction, so taking that to some anime based fics really developed our
style into what it is today. A close
second is music. We create playlists
that are character, story-arc or novel specific and play them at top volume
while we are driving, writing and sleeping! We do karaoke in our living room as a means to
cleanse our story demons and open up to the next day's work (and because it's a
blast to get together with our pirate crew and sing our hearts out!). But we
also love TV, movies and books. You can
see which albums, shows, series, etc. are our favorites by following our board
on Pinterest.

Amaranta Costa uses her
Kanima as an avoidance tactic, until the one person she cherishes most is taken
from her. When Gavin Ford enters the fray uninvited, she’s forced to accept the
help of his pack to find her mate.

Trusting others isn’t her
forte. Though her inner jaguar accepts him hands down, the woman in her fights
his dominating, take-control nature. Unlike Marisol’s soft personality, Gavin’s
wolf challenges her at every turn. She can find no escape. His abrasiveness both
sets her on edge and pleases her. She finds being in Marisol’s arms isn’t
enough; the all-consuming need to be his burns to her core. There’s no denying
the chemical attraction arcing among the three of them.

Will she reach out, and
accept the love and support waiting for her?

Excerpt:

The raucous wails intensified and the crunch of tires entering her
private drive grew louder. Amara pressed on, breaking through the foliage into
her large back yard to see uniformed officers walking the perimeter of her
house.

“Excuse me?” Amara padded across her
back yard, aware of her nudity and one enforcement officer leering at her. The
other looked uncomfortable.Humans.
Why do they find nudity unacceptable, since everyone born into the world came
without clothes? How she hated the restricting fibers and longed to live in
nothing but her skin. Maybe a blanket for times when the cold bit into her,
chilling her to the bone.

“Ma’am, your alarm system activated. We
called and no one answered. Are you harmed?”

“No, not at all.” She crossed her arms
under her breasts. Their eyes roved over her and the one speaking seemed to
lose his voice. They appeared confused as to why she paraded around like she
did.

“Sir, the house is clear.”

“I’m sure it was just a false alarm.”
Amara whipped her head to the left, addressing the female officer entering
through her veranda doors.

“Are you certain? We found your front
door wide open when we pulled up the drive. The perpetrator may still be in the
area. Ma’am, would you mind putting on some clothes?”

Of course there wasn’t an intruder in
the house; she’d feel the presence. She weighed the probability of Mari
forgetting to lock up behind herself. No other lingering scents clung in the
air. No dark aura. Seething in anger at her girlfriend’s lack of awareness, she
stalked to her door, leaving the officers to follow her indoors. “I do mind
dressing on my own property. I like being naked—”

“Still, ma’am…talking to you’d be a lot
easier if you wore clothing.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Amara glared at the
unwanted guests.

“She’ll put on some clothes if I have
to drag her to her room myself and dress her.” Gavin’s authoritative voice
entered into the standoff.

“I will not. This is my place. If they
don’t like my appearance they can leave.” Amara whipped around and stared down
Gavin’s steel wall of unwanted authority. “What are you doing here?” She’d
never seen the man anywhere but at The Delightful Kitty. In his cargo pants and
T-shirt, he looked damn good standing in her house.

“Heard the call on my scanner. Wanted
to check on you and Mari. Go put on some clothes, babe. I’ll keep the five-oh
company.”

Amara opened her mouth to speak and
switched outlets.

How do you know where I live?

Drake told me. Now go put on some clothes. Though I don’t mind
staring at you, not one bit.

About the Author:

Being smart and sassy with a
great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books,
she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds
authors created. One day she vowed to herself she'd be one of them. Then family
life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood course of action,
it took many years for her to get back to that place she held dear as a child.
Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the many ideas flowing
freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and expanding her genres.
Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works in progress include
paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking characters and watching them
grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.

When Rainey Ann McKenna's dying husband
asked her always to be there for his brother, Tex McCoy, she had no idea that
five years later her promise would bring a murderer into her home. According to
the conditions of his release, for the next three months Tex will be on house arrest. Obligated by a
promise, Rainey Ann takes the gorgeous but dangerous felon in.

Tex McCoy may have gone to jail for
murder, but after a decade of being incarcerated, he too is dead inside. Resurrecting
any of Tex's feelings—including the ones he once
had for Rainey Ann McKenna—could be fatal. In jail, he fantasized about Rainey
Ann. Behind steel bars it was acceptable to think of her in such a way, but in
the real world, it's dangerous.

Yet as desire awakens, Rainey Ann’s
threat heightens. After years of being locked up, Tex is ready to reclaim some control, and
his fantasy woman is only a touch away.

Warning: This title is intended for
readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations
(including BDSM) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some
readers.

About the Author

Writing, what other way is there to describe it—it's Kelly's conviction.
After working in the human health field profession for nearly two decades,
Kelly's aware of how deficient many people's daily lives are of true human
connection. Through her writing, she strives to reconnect readers with those
all-too-rare feelings of unquenchable desire, heated passion, and splendid
euphoria. The recipe for the men in her stories: dark and mysterious, strong
and confident and, of course, besides magnificent bodies, and shameless
aptitudes, they must have a heart you want to rip out of the pages (or your
e-Reader) and take to bed with you at night.

“One can never be, and should never be,
smug about life,” says Aurora Goldberg. An aspiring New York actress who has never realized her
dreams, Aurora keeps herself afloat by doing odd temp
jobs where her rich fantasy life helps her get through the day. Aurora sees the world through the lens of
characters in literature and film and these fictionalizations are woven into
her interpretation of reality.

On one of her temp assignments she
meets Jake Stein, a man who could “charm the skin off a snake” and she decides
to follow her destiny as his wife in Austin, Texas. But Jake's sudden death after two
short years disintegrates her world and Aurora must reevaluate her life and let go of
a love that has become an obsession.

With the help of friends, family, and
the ghost of Viola Parker (her home's original owner), Aurora accepts her fate and the secrets
revealed about Jake's true character. She realizes that in this life she will
finally break the cycle of pain caused by her love for this man, Jake Stein,
through the centuries.

Review

Tahlia
Newland Awesome Indies

“SUNSPOTS
is a moving, beautifully-written mystery about the devastating
consequences of obsessive love.

Bell’s elegant prose not only describes
the events and scenery of this self destructive love story in riveting detail,
but also skilfully evokes the atmosphere both internal and external. The
structure of the story is very clever. At the beginning of the book, our
empathy is aroused for grieving widow Aurora Goldberg. It appears that she had the
perfect marriage to charming Jake, but as the story progresses, we and Aurora
discover Jake’s secrets, so shocking to her that she is forced to re-evaluate
their love. Through eyes opened by the truth—and helped along by the visions
provided by a ghost—she sees that all was not as rosy as she had believed. Not
only that, but the legacy he left her could be life-threatening.

Popular fiction tends to romanticise
love where one looses themselves in the other, or feels completed by the other,
or feels they cannot live or be happy without the other; Sunspots takes this kind of notion to its extreme to show how
disempowering an obsession with the object of our love actually is. Obsession
not only blinds you, it makes you weak, needy and boring. Your partner is
likely to turn elsewhere to get away from your clinging, especially if you end
up harping on at him that he never gives you any attention anymore. It’s
dangerous to let your whole life revolve around one person, for when they leave
you—by death as it is in this case—you are devastated. As the book progresses
we come to see how much Aurora
has brought her crippling grief upon herself. She literally looses herself in
this obsession.

Bell brings a metaphysical element to
the story with the addition of Viola
Parker, the ghost of the sister of Aurora’s
last incarnation. With her help, Aurora
sees that this pattern of obsessive love and betrayal by Jake—in his previous
incantations—has been repeated in past lifetimes that ended with Aurora’s
suicide. Viola urges her to take a different path in this life and cut the
cycle of self-destruction.

Bell deals with interesting themes
here, that we tend to repeat patterns until we make a conscious effort to
change them, that the past can be
changed by actions in the present, and that when someone ‘saves’ us with love,
in a healthy, balanced relationship we also to some extent ‘save’ them.

Highly recommended to anyone who likes
psychological depth in their romance. I give it 5 stars and a place on the
Awesome Indies
list.”

Excerpt:

Although I had started to speak, I immediately fell
speechless creating another awkward moment as his dark flame-throwing eyes
studied my face. He was smiling and I could see dimples forming on either side
of his mouth. We just stood there, apart, in silence, yet there was an
unmistakable sexual tension gluing us together like Kelly McGillis and Harrison Ford
in Witness or Omar Shariff’s Dr. Yuri Zhivago and Julie Christie’s Lara
Antipova. When he finally spoke, he asked me if I could recommend a good
restaurant nearby elongating his vowels in a cute Southern accent that I would
later learn was peculiar to Texans.

“If you like French cuisine, there is a wonderful
place right around the corner, La Grenouille. I believe it’s quite popular with
some of the executives here,” I said no longer mute, and handed him a business
card that was kept in a stack on the desk.

“Would it be too much trouble, ma’am, for you to call
and make a reservation?” he asked in a faux subservient manner. “I can’t
understand French accents, especially over the phone.”

“Of course… sir,” I said returning his request
with sugary sarcasm. I was, after all, nobody’s secretary and certainly not of
the vintage that brought forth ma’am from the lips of a virile stranger.
When I got the restaurant on the phone, I looked up and asked casually, “For
what time, sir?”

And then he paused, looked at me with a gleam in his
eye and said quite softly, “Well, let’s see. What time is good for you?”

Shocked but not rattled, I responded without any
hesitation, “Now,” I said steadfastly meeting his gaze, “Now is perfect.”

And that’s how I met Jake Stein and sealed a future
that fate ordained. Life-changing events seem to come when you’re ready even if
you’re not aware of their import. Intuition can nudge feelings into your
conscious space making a seemingly ordinary encounter, like a dropped book, one
of great significance. Somehow, I understood that then and I understand that
now. Meeting Jake Stein was my dance with destiny.

We instantly harmonized, interacting on two levels.
The overt reality of the commonplace chitchat, sexually charged banter, and
frothy intellect contrasted with a covert reality, a place where everything had
deeper meaning, connection, and familiarity. In some cosmic way, our unspoken
language was far more important than the spoken. Scientists might describe our
attraction as the interaction of airborne pheromones—chemical messages emitted
through our skin conveying our primal sexuality. Indeed, we seemed to be
enchanted at the deepest levels of our instincts. Two realties happening at
once—the outer and the inner—one a slick manifestation of the intelligentsia,
the other a calming and gentle journey afloat a timeless river.

Throughout our initial encounter, playing faintly in
my mind was the music from the sappy but tender, A Man andaWoman,
my mother’s favorite movie when she was a teenager and strangely at odds with
her penchant for a counter-culture way of life. She played the album all
through my childhood—sealing my connection with whispery French sounds to all
things romantic. And so that haunting melody was my personal soundtrack as we
walked to La Grenouille.

My prudent study of this man, this Jake Stein, as we
nonchalantly strolled along, was intentionally unintentional—I absorbed him as
if he were liquid. My senses were on high alert, a spy observing my target in
secret. Now, wafting about my face and filling the air around me was a hint of
soap and expensive cologne. Now, smooth fingertips lightly touched and guided
my arm bringing an explosion of sensuality but also feeling like a safe harbor.
Now, upon my ear, the pleasant cadence and timbre of his voice sounded like a
sweet symphony. My darting eyes savored his honey-tanned and smooth complexion
and nose of quality, straight and sharp (but not too sharp). Luxurious thick,
jet black, wavy hair fell casually over intense brown eyes. There was strength,
a physical strength to his tall, elegant, Jeremy Irons frame. A noble grace to
this huckster businessman. And his sensuous lips with just a hint of fullness,
lips that I could almost taste—wanted to taste—formed words so provocatively.
Later, in the privacy of my own thoughts, I would relive, with a slow and
deliberate progression, these mesmerizing details that stirred me to my core.

About the Author

Walking with Elephants was my first novel, although I am not new to writing. I
was a theater critic and celebrity interviewer for a weekly tabloid in Jacksonville, Fl and I earned a Master’s in Mass
Communication from OklahomaStateUniversity. For 15 years I worked in Corporate
America as a technical editor/editor/writer. I experienced first hand the
politics and intrigue that goes with that territory and the balancing act that
comes with being a working mother. I salute all those mothers who are the glue
that holds their families together while pursuing the nine to five brass ring.
And that is what inspired me to write that novel.

With my second novel, Sunspots, I
continue to be in awe of the magical and wondrous phenomenon called life. As an
observer and obvious participant in feminine values and approach to our human
challenges, I bring this perspective to my work. Fascinated by the mysteries of
the unseen forces that perhaps play a role in guiding our choices, I search for
answers in the mundane as well as in the cosmic forces that surround us.

When a rash of brutal murders
target the most defenseless of her people, spunky captain Shayla Dormyr is
determined to bring the culprits to justice. Defying the command of the Prima
Canticle, who claim jurisdiction over the ritually slain children, Shayla
embarks on a rebellious mission that could cost her rank and freedom.

When she unwittingly exposes
a Blood Rune to her prime suspect, the troublesome sell-sword Daibryn, it
unleashes arcane consequences that renders them vulnerable to an ambitious and
cruel Blood Mage.

Shayla and Daibryn embark on
an adventure that will take them to worlds far larger than they ever imagined
where love, hate and mystery put their souls to the test.

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